Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 3165150 times and 241 of my stories have been cherry picked.
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Richard Laurent Provencher

Richard is from Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec. His enjoyment of the woods combined with contemporary issues form the basis of his writing. Richard is now concentrating on his Story-Poems, which he believes is like a global adventure in a land without borders. His background as a miner, welfare officer, supply teacher, newspaper reporter, and a further 22 years in social services provide him with ample article material.

Richard has work in print and online with literary magazines such as Inscribed, Hudson View, Short Story Library, Ottawa Arts Review, Paragon 111, Tower Poetry, Caduceus, The Danforth Review, Other Voices International, Rubicon Publishing, Writer's Block, The Foliate Oak, Parenting Express, The Penwood Review, and Blue Skies Poetry.

Note: Richard L. Provencher will be 80 on September 10, 2022, lives with his precious wife, Esther and he were married 48 years ago, as of March 27, 2023. Richard continues to joyfully write all types of poetry, and posts his work now, all of it on ABCtales.com. They have lived in lovely Pictou, Glenholme and Truro, Nova Scotia since April 1986. Richard & Esther have a very strong Christian faith. Bless each one of you who enjoy our writing, and we are pleased to share our work, via Online Posting. -Richard & Esther

My stories

AN OLDER FELLOW story

--I remember the time you snatched a chocolate bar. I was the one who finched. Couldn’t expect my parents to think I did it.

VANILLA DISH poem

Below those craggy monoliths forest is a mat of September leaves sprinkled yellow

TOO FAR TOO SOON poem

a carpenter by trade too busy with captured hours losing wife to inattention and love drifted into different streams storm clouds covering their home

LADY OF THE EYES poem

she’s from the land of Afghanistan with little grass to soothe hardened soles

CHILDREN'S AID WORKER poem

put out his thumb early tuesday night and his first ride took him forty miles from what used to be home

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